I don’t want to end up an old drag queen. OCTAVIA SAINT LAURENT This is no primrose path, a life lived out of boredom, a role played on occasion. Category is fem-realness—devout in the practice of pulling a fast one on the eye. Octavia, eighth wonder... I wonder, am […]
TJ: Do you actually sit down to write a sonnet, ghazal, or villanelle? Or is it a more organic process related to the content? NS: It’s a matter of impulse, then intent. Initially, a poem reveals itself with its first and last lines, as well as its form. […]
I would like to be a spoiled rich white girl. VENUS XTRAVAGANZA I want to be married in church. In white. Nothing borrowed or blue. I want a white house in Peekskill, far from the city—white picket fence fencing in my lily-white lilies. O, were I whiter than […]